Post by zombieheartagun on Dec 19, 2012 22:53:22 GMT -5
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To say he was somewhat ticked off about how the situation turned out involving his meeting of the compound and the subsequent events would be one hell of an understatement. First he had to deal with arrogant civies that took reckless chances with children that think that their two bit security is strong enough to protect them. Then after dealing with that idiot of a woman a fog as thick as that dumb bitches head rolled in and made driving a real treat. He ended up having to pull over and wait for it to clear up but at least he got a decent amount of sleep. His humvee was damn near zombie proof so he never had to worry about them attacking while he was sleeping. The worst part of the whole scenario, the one thing that really got under his skin was the fact that he had lost a pistol in the whole ordeal. He had been so annoyed by that loud mouth cunt that he had taken off without grabbing it from Raquel. He had been real pissed about that for a good hour or two but as his anger subsided he started to think more clearly and came to the realization that it was probably better that she had kept it. At least that way he knew that Raquel had something to defend her daughter and herself with so that gave him a small piece of mind. He wasn't surprised that the preacher stayed, he knew that it would happen as long as they were friendly. What is a sheppard without his flock?
All of that was behind him. What lay before him was the hollow shell of the town called Milford. While he hadn't wanted to come here on his way from Dover he needed to check it out on the way back as his gas reserve was damn near empty. What was in the tank of his humvee wouldn't get him all the way back to Dover. Which meant he either had to find more gas or find a new ride, however that second part wasn't going to happen as there was no way in hell he was abandoning his current ride. The zombies would have to pull his cold dead corpse away from it. Not that he thought zombies would want to steal his ride, he knew they didn't.
Or did they?
Pulling into the first gas station he finds he rides over the air bell, the familiar DING-DING! that escapes it brings back an all to familiar feeling. Deja-vu anyone? He would have a large helping of it as images of the last gas station he stopped at flood his brain. With the crashing images comes his old buddy fear and all of its friends. Paranoia leads to his heart beating faster. His heart beating faster leads to his breaths coming faster and faster. His breaths coming faster and faster leads to Sweetness being pulled into his shaking embrace.
"Calm down Roy, there is no way in hell this is going to be like the last one. Not only is the distance between it and Dover different but it's a different company, different lay out. The whole thing is different. Just get out there, do your normal thang and like the great philospher Bob says 'Everything is gonna be alright'" His voice was a whisper as if fearful that the zombies might hear him reassuring himself. For several minutes he would sit in the humvee gripping Sweetness tightly as he waits for his breaths and heart to slow its roll. With control reconfirmed his door is opened, his body sliding out, feet hitting cold pavement before the door is closed. Hoisting Sweetness up as if displaying her beauty to the world he checks his six before turning to look at the door to the relatively small building that once was an ESSO gas bar. No zombies yet.
"Heeeerrrreeee Zombie Zombie Zombie....Zooommmbie come out to play-yay!" At first he would try a rather classic technique for drawing out ones prey, at least it is what every person uses when calling a creature or object. The second part was something of his own creation...kind of. He merely had taken a rather classic scene from the movie The Warriors. Would either one work? It wasn't looking that way, but that wasn not necessarily a bad thing. It could mean that there were no zombies around. More flashbacks of the last gas station, his thoughts on it being empty and the awful truth to it.
"Well...no sense standing around here. Death waits for no man."
Quickly stepping to the door he does as he always does when encroaching upon an entrance to be breached. First he takes up posistion on the side in which the door handle is, in this case it is the right. Next he peers through the glass into the store quickly before returning his gaze to the surroundings outside, checking around him for dead heads. With none found he takes another look inside, making sure no ghost zombies appeared while he was looking away. Seeing none he takes another look around himself on the outside, his vision remaining clear once again. So far so good. Stepping away from the wall while turning to face towards the door he nestles Sweetness against his form, her but against his shoulder/body with his right hand while reaching out with his left. Grasping the handle he pulls on it yet to no avail, it remains shut. Sighing he takes three steps backwards, checking his surroundings as he does. Once he has put a decent amount of distance between himself and the door he trains Sweetness' red eye on the lock, squeezing off a shot. The bullet makes short work of its target, punching through the lock as he wanted it to. Stepping forward to his previous posistion he makes sure to check around him again, he was rather anal about checking his surroundings. Something about getting eaten by zombies always made him check multiple times.
With his previous posistion returned to he would try his luck once again, reaching out with his left hand and pulling back on the handle. The door gives him a problem for a second but gives in as he adds a little bit of elbow grease to it. Holding the door open with his left hand he steps forward until his entire body is within the reach of the glass portal, letting go of it as his left hand grasps Sweetness once again. The door meets resistance as his body props it open, slowly closing as he inches his way in until it has finally shit again. Now inside he would have to go about checking the innards for potential threats, this one was a lot smaller than the last one so it won't take him long. Zombie free he moves on to the next stage, pilfering any potential food or beverage that he can find. His process had many steps to it but it was due to that abundant amount of steps that he has managed to survive till now.
He wasn't having much luck in the food and drink department. What little amounts of liquid remained on the shelf were of no use. Pop, juices, chocolate milk. Things that went bad without power to keep them cold, things that simply expired and crap that would only make him more thirsty in the end. His choice of food options was even smaller, resorting to what he had the last time; jerked meat, pepperettes and other high sodium enriched meats. Reluctanly he would grab it all, food was food, he would rather be eating terribly than not at all. Sighing as he stuffed the last of the salty meat into his bag before reshouldering it he decides to check one more time, just in case he missed something.
"Oh...sweet baby jebus yes!" His eyes would behold a wonderful sight, something that brought him joy beyond words. There nestled on a shelf hidden by expired bags of chips were the two most glorious things ever.
A box of Ding-dongs and a box of Ho-Hos.
His hands make short work of grabbing the boxes and stuffing them into his ILBE as happy as kid at christmas. Once everything is secured he returns Sweetness to his hands and proceeds to exit the gas bar, checking his area as he spins slowly in circles while advancing towards the Humvee. Making it without spotting anything he opens the driver side door, throwing his backpack on the passanger seat before climbing in and locking the door. Opening up the bag he removes the two boxes of tastyness and opens them both up, taking a package out from each.
"Oh I am going to fuckin eat you, yes I am. Yes I am." Opening the pack containing the ding-dong first he stuffs it into his mouth as some of it spills out over his face. Chewing several times as he works the cake around in his mouth, gulping as necessary. "O gawd yush" The cake treat is devoured within a minute, his hands already working the package of ho-hos open. Once his mouth is cleared the first chocolate roll disappears as it is quickly eaten, the second one following suit. With both snacks inhaled in under 4 minutes and his mouth free of food he goes about licking his fingers and wiping of his face. Enjoying the moment he just sits there.
"Ugh...I'm going to get faaaaaaat."
With his sugar craving sated he would take a deep breath before leaving the confines of his humvee again, Sweetness as always clasped firmly in his hands. With his food run over and done with he would move on to the reason he had come here, the thing that prevented him getting back to Dover. Retrieving the gas can from the back of the humvee he would move back towards the gas bar, can in his left hand, Sweetness in his right. Dropping the can next to the metal covers in the ground he would make his way to the side of the gas bar, looking for the tool that he was looking for. It was easy to find, there weren't many objects like it around so it stuck out. Grabbing the long piece of wood he would return to where his gas can rested. Placing the dipstick down he cracks open the first hole, sticking the long stick down, leaving it to settle for a couple of seconds before pulling it back up.
"Come on..daddy needs this." His payoff becomes evident as he spots the wet spot on the dip stick. "YES! From the look of it there was quite a bit of liquid down there, which was just gravy. First things first though. Grabbing the garden hose that was close to where he grabbed the dipstick he would de-attach it from the faucet, bringing it over to where he had been working. Dangling the hose into the hole he starts to suck and suck hard. It takes a fair bit of time but eventually he tastes the oh so disgusting flavour, spitting out the liquid from his mouth. "Ugh....regular..." Moving on to the next hole he starts the process over again, moving again and again before finally getting what he wanted. "Figures it would be the last one." With the diesel flowing he would start filling up the container. When it is full he tugs the hose up some, stopping the flow of fuel. Moving over to his Humvee and filling that bitch up.<br><br>Once filled he would return to the hose placing the just under half filled container down but wouldn't get back to filling just quite yet. Deciding to take some percautions he moves back to the gas bar and emerges with three empty 20 gallon plastic gas jugs. Placing them next to his metal one he starts the syphoning process over again. Coughing alot more after spitting out the first gush of diesel. With all four recipticles filled he would remove the hose and place the hose and dipstick back before moving into the gas bar and proceeding to rinse his mouth out with as much coke as it takes to get rid of the disgusting taste currently overpowering his mouth. Once that task was done he would return the gas to the inside of his humvee making it an even large bomb waiting to go off. With everything secured he takes off, next stop: Dover.
His return would bring about a mixture of sensations within him. A sense of excitement, dread and hope swelling within his chest as he passed through the gates, remembering the clusterfuck that had drove him away in the first place. This would hopefully be a lot different, he was going to be twice as cautious. He didn't want to get hit in the back of the head with a wrench again, he didn't want to pick up any stragglers this time. No, they just brought with them trouble and more responsibility than he wished to deal with. He would rive past the hangers where he saw the ghost zombies, he knew where he wanted to start first he just had to remember how to get there again. Twenty minutes of searching would yeild his desired result, his driving coming to an end just outside of the central offices. Turning off the humvee he would sit there looking out the windows of his vehicle, watching, waiting. There was no sign of movement, but there hadn't been any the last time he was here until it was to late. He didn't have much of a choice, he was in need and this was the fast way to fulfill those needs.<br><Br>Stepping from the humvee he would take his normal stance, Sweetness raised high yet still pressed against him. Taking measured steps he would approach the glass double doors, using his left hand to open one. Slipping inside he would be greated by several friendly signs offering directions to different areas. What he was looking for was on the next floor, which meant taking the stairs that lay off to the right. Wide enough for a group of soldiers to take them he would have plenty of space to react to whatever shitstorm awaited him. His movement towards the stairs was slow and steady as was his ascent up them. He was trying to reduce the noise that wafted away from his body and gear that rested upon it. While he wanted to take the steps in a double time fashion he did not want to wake up any sleeping deadies that might be lurking. He wasn't certain how they tracked people but he was certain noise was one way.
With the top of the stairs reached he would gaze upon more signs telling him which way to go, hanging a left and continuing down a long hall. Approaching the first of many doors along both sides of the hall he would use his left hand to push against it, it was a simple yet effective way of clearing rooms. If the door didn't push open then he could continue on as either there was nothing in there or he would at least hear its opening/ With the first door staying stead fast he would move across to the next one, applying the same technique, again and again. The further he got down the hall and the more apparent it became that luck was on his side he couldn't help but feel that sense of dread that still clung to his body working its way up to his heart. His luck as of late was not exactly that great so with the rather amazing find of the gas/diesel source and now this, he expected a hugh maelstrom was prepping to be unleashed. At the end of the hall he would turn right as more doors, more offices waited for him to be checked.
"Man if I don't find the god damn map up here I'mma be pissed."
His hand would keep meeting resistance as he checked the doors so he would keep on going, further and further into the building. His slow movement comes to a stop as he thinks he hears something up ahead, Sweetness being raised with both his hands as he creeps forward even slower than before. The noise appears several more times as he approaches the source, left hand reaching out for the handle at an snails pace. Twisting the knob and pushing inward his eyes would scan the small office, his eyes quickly finding the source. The winow had been left open, what he heard was nothing more than the wind causing the blinds to clink against the sill. Sighing in relief he closes the door and returns to his previous pace. Twelve doors later he finally reaches the one he had been looking for.
"Paul Delaney, Base Commander." He reads the words printed on the doors window out loud as his left hand is already busy with the steps necessary to open it. Much larger than the last office he was in, he stays at the door frame as he scopes the place out. Seeing no apparent threats he steps into the commanders office, shutting the door behind him. On the far wall his prize is on display and he can't stop himself from saying "Hell yeah..." Approaching the map of the base his hand lifts up to touch it as he searches for his targets. Finding all three he turns back to the desk, grasping a peice of paper with some logistic bullshit on one side. Flipping it over and grabbing one of the many pens out of the drawer he jots down direction to all three, smiling as he does. Placing the pen on the desk he decides to have a look through the rest of the drawers, maybe he would find keys or something else of value that he could use. While he does find two objects of interest they aren't as important as keys; a half bottle (26er) of burbon and a Baretta M9. The gun is found first, it's mag checked before it is holstered in the empty spot he has ever since he lost his five-seven to Raquel. The 26er goes through a two stage process. The first is it being open and a fair size swig being taken from it, while he didn't drink to get drunk it did help take the edge of from time to time. The second step is him pouring a little bit out on the ground before placing it in his rather empty ILBE. With the bottle secured, hid directions jotted down he would make like a titty and bounce. Opening the door he checks both sides before he slips out, Sweetness raised up as she always is when he is checking corners. From there on he would beging retracing his steps, the same process as before, approaching the doors and giving them a shove to make sure they were still secure.
She hadn’t left in the most responsible manner, but when your memory just slams back into your skull after months of not knowing who you were it was a little bit much to take. Why had she left? Well because now she knew she had people to find she had to at least make sure that they weren’t in danger. Strange thing to worry about now wasn’t it? Yea it was, but her logic processes were a bit wonky and she was just trying to merge the person she had once been with the person she had become when she hadn’t known. Yea yea she had given up everything and separated herself from anybody in her life that should have meant something to her to pursue her dreams. Some dream wasn’t it? It had left her an empty shell of a being and now there was so much regret to feel the voids where her memory had been. She had always worried that she had been some monster turns out in a way she was just that.. just a different sort of monster. She still was traveling with that brandy colored dog that was most commonly known as a red kur hound, she just called the dog hound and it was one of the few things in her life that were staying with her when everything else was just madness. At night the dog was on a leash because she had the tendency to get more aggressive at night and she didn’t’ like attention brought to her. She did most of her traveling on foot and so that could explain why she was gone so bloody long from the compound.
She was well on her way back now though when she crossed the same path she had in the past, the air field. Granted a lot of the defenses had holes in them, but it still didn’t’ hurt to have a little added protection. Annikka here had turned into the same thing as everybody else these days, a scavenger. She moved with a practiced step that was both quick and rather silent across the concrete. Thought here was the clicking of the dogs nails on the concrete as they passed over it all. Her expedition had been completely pointless save for a few needed supplies. Two month’s time for… nothing. Typical luck.
His luck was still holding out, hell it was starting to feel really good. He didn't have a single run in with a zombie, didn't have to waste what little resources he had left. At least currently as he was fairly certain his situation was going to be changing for the better. He had made his list, checked it twice even. All he had to do was get to his humvee and everything would be golden, call him pony boy. Reaching the top of the stairs he picks up his pace a little, upgrading to a normal walk. Rounding the corner of the landing that leads to the set of stairs connecting with the main door he stops dead in his track. Shambling forward less than 10 feet from the first step was a zombie.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" The front doors remained shut so it meant that this meathead was in the building the whole time. Was his luck degrading? It was hard to tell seeing as it was just one zombie and it would be shame if Sweetness didn't get a little action, it would be their first dance since being reuinited. Like a wedding anniversary this was a special moment. Squeezing her in the all the right places she cries out, her voice music to his ears.
One shot, two shot, three shot...drop.
The sound of gunfire could draw more, he knew this. His pace would quicken, breaching the entrance within 30 seconds bringing him back outside his humvee waiting where he had left it.
Good luck was awesome when you had it but she had her fill of bad luck thank you very much. Granted, it could have been a hell of a lot worse. She didn’t’ get what she wanted out of her trip but she was still alive and relatively healthy so maybe she was just being negative about her luck. It wasn’t whatever building you were in that was drawing her attention, but the fact that there was a Humvee that looked like it was in pretty damned good condition. She had only seen it in the field glasses before she crossed the open space between herself and where your ride was parked. You typically didn’t’ have to worry about whatever vehicle you were thinking about taking had an owner or not these days. She moved in that low running walk toward the vehicle but then froze when she heard the gun fire and that had her swinging her pistol towards the door where she saw the barrel flash of the third round. Then there was that rining buzzing silence .. only for a second or two before you came bursting from the doors. She didn’t say anything but she had experienced it was best to aim at whatever in the fuck moved in the night. You didn’t sound like the living dead and you certainly didn’t move like one, but those ragers moved a lot quicker than the more broken down versions. When you came through the dog also reacted with a growl. It was hard to really make out your features in this dark.
”The fuck man” She hissed it low so it wouldn’t’ travel too far, but fuck if gun shots were going to draw zombies near like her vulgarity was going to get them. She lifted the pistol to the air just so she wasn’t aiming it at you as you broke for the humvee .. she had an itchy trigger finger if she kept guns aimed too long.
Thump thumpthumpthumpthump, the sound of his boots hitting the concrete steps that lead away from the central offices would rise up only to be echoed by more as he made his dash towards the humvee. While he was moving faster than a zombie he was also being incredibly cautious, checking all sides, stopping at random intervols to check behind him, the whole works. If he was a rager he was acting like one fucked up rager that is for damn sure. His movements would come to a stop as the dog would growl, while he wasn't able to comprehend what he had just heard he definitely knew that he had heard something. Couple that his normal nature and you get an even faster search pattern for any potential threats. Was there more zombies out here? Or even worse, GHOST ZOMBIES? The world outside had darkened significantly, while it was still daytime gray clouds cast deep shadows across the world. When he does spot you and your little dog too he freezes, Sweetness holding her sight on you.
"WOAH!" He would exclaim though it would be impossible to tell if it was a cry of surprise or if he was trying to tell you to hold the fuck on before everyones day went to shit. Your dog, your pistol on one side, Sweetness and him on the other. Both parties as tense as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.<br><br>Dressed in full combat gear, holding an M4A1 Carbine and not charging you screaming in nonsense would probably give away the fact that he wasn't a rager. The fact that you were holding a pistol and not eating the dog was his clue to you being alive which should be a good thing but considering he last two encounters with women as of late he wasn't relieved at all. One of them knocked him out with a wrench before beating his face in, the other was just an arrogant cunt that he really had no use for. He hoped you wouldn't fall into either one of those catergories.
Hey, she was in a better mental state than she had been the last time she crossed this path. Save for it being significantly colder than the last time she was here; and for the record she was not a fan of cold. Either way she was pretty bundled up. Heavy boots likely two layers of leg coverings and a coat, even a lil beanie hat she didn’t look bulky, but covered. She stayed still when your rifle leveled on her and her armed hand was already lifted but she made a show of taking her finger out to just lie on the trigger guard rather than inside of it. No her pistol did not have a name, hell the dog was just hound dog even. She was already in a nonthreatening pose for a reason. She didn’t know how sane you were either but she just went with it and kept that pistol lifted upwards, the dog of course still growling but it far more reserved than it had initially been and no longer sounded like she would eat your face if you got closer. The situation was tense but she really didn’t’ know how to fix it.
”Easy now … no call for anybody to get hurt ” That made sense right? She could only hope he wasn’t so amped up on adrenaline that he wouldn’t see reason. It was hard to really make out much about her was special . She was obviously traveling alone save for the dog and had evidently learned pretty well how to survive on foot in this mess of a world. You obviously had a leg up on her since you had wheels evidently and that was just a whole other level of safety she wouldn’t mind. Not that it was fully safe, just a different level of it. Granted vehicles hand the tendency to draw trouble as well but at least you could leave said trouble in the dust if you needed to.
”I’m putting my hand down, and putting the gun away…. So don’t shoot me"
His Humvee had FRAG 5 armor, with a protected gunner area. For all intents and purposes it was an APC so it was hella safe. Designed to survive IED's, the FRAG 5 and 6 models could withstand zombie hordes. If not then he was seriously fucked. When you express for wish for no one to get hurt he eases up a little, his gun isn't lowered in the slightest but he definitely is not aiming down at you. Moving towards his Humvee as you say you are going to lower then put your gun away he starts to wonder what kind of trick you are trying to pull.
"Two questions; who are you and what do you want? If you're looking for shelter this is a place (insert distance from Dover to the compound) from here." It may seem weird that he just gave away the posistion of the compound but he kinda didn't care. While Raquel and her daughter were there it was a choice they had made. If you were part of some military force then you would have a pretty good chance of wrecking them as long as your group was retarded. He just wanted to go about what he was doing before you showed up. He had places to be, things to do and you were holding him up.
Well weren’t you snazzy and had a pretty posh ride, at least for this day and age it was seriously nice. Because safe was better than classy any day. Those vibrant green eyes of hers watched every move you made and one could get the feeling that she could be very quick to rearm herself if you got all froggy. Her brows furrowed when you asked her who she was or what she wanted, it was a seemingly funny question to her but she answered it all the same.
”Annikka Wolfe and I want what we all want these days, survive another day." Yea it was cheesy on a poetic level but she could give a rip less. She didn’t’ know that the compound location was a secret but it didn’t’ ever really come up anyway. She was looking past you just for movement after the ruckus of the gun fire but so far nothing. Still it wasn’t exactly a good idea to stick around. ”Yea, New Haven….. I’m making my way back there” What did that matter? Not a damned thing she wouldn’t have known otherwise though that you knew the compound was there, but at least that saved her trying to get you to come along. It was obvious you were in this game for yourself, or at least obvious it’s what your MO was tonight. It put a frown on her features, but it was still better than a scowl. The compound was far enough away she wasn’t going to make it there tonight so she needed to find some sort of safe ground for the night.
"Jenkins." That's all he gives for an introduction of himself, it's all he feels comfortable giving right now. "Ah...New Haven, that's what it's called. Huh..." He would chuckle to himself at the name. While it did have a poetic feel behind it, he also thought it didn't live up to it's name. At least not when you have people letting children and other civies go out un-fucking-armed, but that was just his view on it. He had actually seen war and battles before the world went all zombie like. He knew how anything could happen, how bad things tended to happen when you let your guard down and got fucking cocky. Needless to say he was not going back there any time soon, hell if at all.
"Do your self a favour, stay away from the mess hall and hangers." He would give her some advice as his left hand would slip into his pocket pulling out the keys to the humvee, unlocking it and stepping inside. He would quickly pull away from the area, he wanted to be somewhere else and you apparently weren't invited.
And just to close things up she likely wouldn't have gone if invited anyway, her path was going towards haven.. not away.. the advice came and went. "I've been here before sugar, but thanks for the pointer." She wasn't sure if it was well meaning or you were being a bit of a patronizing ass, but she often saw the worst in people so there ya go. and end scene.. at least she's back.
It would take twelve minutes for him to reach his first destination, ten minutes to contemplate what the hell had just happened. This base was supposed to be empty yet both times he had been here he has encountered a lone woman. Shit wasn't adding up properly. Raquel had mentioned something about this place having been run by some paramilitary group, one that this Peter lead, but that she hadn't seen him for a few months. So why were there stragglers? Were they just scavenging the area like he was? If so why hadn't more of the zombies been taken care of? It didn't make any sense to him, little these days does. Either way he would have to keep going with his plan, it was worth the risk.<br><br>Pulling up to the building with very few windows he would go about his standard methods of approach. The only difference that he would add would be his grabbing of 3 blocks of C4 and a detonator. A quick task that would take place before he even left the humvee. Once outside the front door would be breached in under 3 minutes, his surroundings still zombie free. Inside it would be another six or seven minutees for him to come across his promised land. A large metal door, all the bells and whistles of a vault but what lay behind it was something far more worthy than gold. Moving up to it his hands would reach out to grab the spoked turnstyle looking handled, cranking it both ways only to have it not even budge.
"Yeah, it couldn't be that easy could it?" He would sigh loudly but he was expecting it to be locked and that is why he had come prepared. Pulling the first block out of his ILBE he would begin pulling it apart and molding it into the grooves where he could see the locking mechanism. The next two blocks he would produce would be broken into half pound instances and placed on the sliding area. This was a standard issue vault, the door opened from left to right, sliding as you turn the turnstyle like handle. With the C4 molded he would set up the detonator in the clump over the lock before heading back out to his humvee. Entering it again he would trigger the C4, a soft boom escaping outside. He had taken shelter in his Humvee as he wasn't certain on the set up behind the door so he could very well be setting off a chain reaction. With the building still standing he felt pretty confident in his judging of the amount of explosives to use.
Returning inside, his cautious self rechecking the areas he had walked by, he would make his way back to the door. Entering the room, he notices that a small percentage of it was marred by black blast marks. The door he had been working on was definitely covered in it, both the lock and sliding areas having decent sized holes punched in them. Grasping the handle he would begin tugging the door open, the remaining metal peices giving way after a minute of struggling revealing the wonderful sight that was hidden by the door. Dovers Armory laid bare before him, fresh for the pickings. Even as he stepped inside he could tell that it had been used a fair amount. There wasn't the supply there should be. While it was still quite the impressive haul, more so than would fit in his Humvee even if he packed it to to the roof, the amount seemed off. Like someone had been in here recently. Was it the doing of the paramilitary force lead by this Peter fellow? He didn't know nor did he care, right now he was just concerned with restocking his ammo.
Like a kid in a candy store he would beseige the goodies found within. First on his agenda would be taking care of the woman who had always been by his side through out this entire ordeal. Spotting the first thing to grab his hand reaches out, grasping the Aimpoint CompM4 firmly before placing it on a shelf before him. He would then set to work removing his CompM2 from his top rail, replacing it with the CompM4. The M2 was notorious for being a battery killer but the M4, that was a sweet peice of hardware. Not only did it run on a single AA battery unlike the M2 which used a 3V lithium battery but he would get about 80,000 hours of use from just one AA as opposed to the 10..maybe 15,000 of the M2.
"Damn girl, you looking better already. See, ya dress up nice and you get taken out." The next thing that he would grab would be a rail mounting flashlight which they had quite a few of. Like the upgrade to optics he would work on attaching it to the left side rail. Last but certainly not least he would look for the creme de la creme, something he had been looking for for a while. Comming across one of three he can't help but let out a girlish squeal..err...a manly squeal, yeah....manly. Grabbing the M203 he puts the last piece of new hardware onto Sweetness, who was finally complete. There would be one last thing that he would grab for her but wouldn't attach it, an AN/PVS-4 Nightvision scope. He normally didn't need it but you never know these days, he liked to have and not need than need and not have.
With Sweetness decked out he would begin to fill up his ILBE with 30 round STANAG clips and 15 round Baretta M9 clips. When that was done he would grab a crate of 5.56x45mm NATO rounds and run like the freaking devil to his Humvee. Placing the crate and the contents in the back seats of the humvee he would return inside, what he wanted to find next was some 40mm rounds for his newly aquired M203. An extensive search of the vault and he only turns up 4, four god damn grenades when there should be 400. Those military folk certainly had screwed him. Loading the m203 he places the other three in Sapi pouches.
"Huh...didn't think it would be that easy." He would hear something fall in the interior of the building that he took up shop. "Really? I couldn't kee my mouth shut could I? I just had to ruin it."
With the new and improved Sweetness held in his hands he would begin inching his way out of the vault. Stepping into the room again he begins looking around for zombies, he wasn't able to get a good lead on where the sound came from so it would be a guessing game. The clap of gun fire and several shots that go flying by him cause him to drop to the ground. Was it the girl he had met earlier? Ann...something? More flying bullets would race by him and he would rule her out. When he met her she had a pistol, this sounded like...an M4A1 or an M16...one of the two. Thinking about it certainly wasn't going to get him anywhere, action would. His right hand would grasp an MK 141 grenade from his chest, his left hand snapping the pin out before he pops up quickly to throw it towards the area he was certain the gun fire was coming from. More gun fire would ring out, a zinger nipping the top of his shoulder in a graze. He grunts in pain as he drops down, the sound of his anger muffled by the loud bang that erupts from his tossed 'nade along with the brillant flash of light. Popping up he brings Sweetness to bare down on his assailant, squeezing three rounds off, all of them striking his blinded foe, dropping the man. Thugs today relied on full auto, they didn't appreciate the accuracy you got from single fire. This was a classic case.
With his enemy hitting the floor he would move from his knees to feet as he began closing the distance between them. Even as he moved he would be glancing around for any more. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the downed man move his arm. This motion brings Sweetness back to bear down on him, squeezing off two more shots, the man moved no more.
Closing what little gap remained between them he bends down to one knee, his left hand checking the downed man for anything of use. Scavenging 101; kill, secure, scavenge. Looking down at the gun that lay beside the sprawled out man he confirms his initial assumption, it was an M16 that he was using. He had contemplated taking the loaded mag out of the gun but he thought it would be pointless. The man had wasted about half of the clip trying to hit him with his poorly aimed bursts so it would just be another clip to be filled. The two STANAG clips he finds on the downed man makes up for it. With no empty Sapi pouches they are shoved into his ILBE, his head on a swivel the entire time. The only other thing the man had on him was of little to no use to him, at least he didn't think so. While the Glock 20 was a decent enough pistol, 10mm rounds were nice after all, the limited ammo that this man carried on him would make him leave it behind. He already had one pistol with incredibly difficult rounds to find, he didn't need to pick up another. Granted 10mm rounds were a little more common place than the FN 5.7x26mm rounds his five-seven used, it was still not as common place as the standard 9x19mm Parabellum.
"Bah...fuck it...maybe I can use it to trade." The pistol and three spare clips also find a home in his ILBE, after he double checks and makes sure the safety is on, he didn't feel like shooting himself in the back or anywhere else for that matter. With everything he finds of value to be pilfered from the man he returns to his standing posistion, taking a glance at his shoulder where the bullet skipped across his flesh. Shaking his head at his luck the last few days he begins to move towards the entrance and to the freedom of his humvee.
"Eagle 3 calling Eagle 7, come in Eagle 7." The sound was low but he heard it none the less, the radio on the mans hip would come alive. "Eagle 7 do you read me? Eagle 7 respond."[/font color] Once again the voice would come through the radio, causing him to pause and look down at it. He had originally pushed it aside as it seemed like it was one that you could find on or in any cop car, it was nothing to write home about. The range was real shitty and it required to much effort to use, not great for combat. Now he was rather glad he had forgot it.
"Eagle 7 I am en route to your posistion, ETA 2 minutes or...OOoooo nice Humvee."[/font color] Leeroys eyes would widen as things started to turn in his head. It was obviously his humvee that the mysterious voice was talking about which meant he was going to be coming through the front door soon. Dropping to a crouch he posistions himself beside a desk, resting the belly of Sweetness across the top. If he was lucky it would only be one guy, hopefully this would go down quickly so he could move on with his day. In his head he was thanking himself, normally he wondered why he secured the Humvee when he wasn't around even if he was just running in and out of buildings, now he knew why.
His waiting would soon pay off as the front door would slowly open, a body slipping into the building. A beam of light would quickly be brought to life from the man, the source pretty obvious to Leeroy. Most people made sure that they had a light source that didn't require any hands so that they could illuminate an area while holding their weapons. He was certain these guys were no different as not only had the first man weilded a M16 but they were using rather generic code names over the radio. They were either ex-military or people that wished they were before the world went to shit. Using a light was a really handy thing it made searching dark areas a lot easier, the downside of course was that anyone waiting in the darkness could easily use that light source against them like he was about to. Sweetness would buck as she let loose a round on the unsuspecting man. Leeroy was given a lot of time to line up his shot, the light source was a great aiming aid. The man would drop, the single round tearing through his throat. It may not have killed him instantly but the man was definitely out of the game. Watching him drop Leeroy considered on moving right away but decided against it as there might be more behind him. A wise choice on his part as automatic fire would roar to life through the glass door shattering it. The shots were shot wildly and didn't even come close to him, was this a long shot attempt or was it a distraction? Leeroy wouldn't wait to find out, his hands would drop Sweetness as his right grabbed a frag and his left armed it. Hurling the grenade was simple, especially now that the door had a gaping hole in it. As the grenade landed outside he could hear a "OH SHIT![/font color] followed by the loud bang of the greande. Shrapnel and glass shards would fly towards him with what was left of the door. He would use the desk as protection bracing himself as he had been taught to do. With silence settling it he would make his move towards the gaping door frame.
The man he had dropped was now more than dead, what was left of his body was a torn mess of charred flesh and clothes, he was definitely no longer a threat. Now at the cusp of the building he would check his corners looking right than left, using the angles like he knew he had to. Seeing nothing on the right he would shift from the left wall to the right with Sweetness held high. Two shots would scream by him impacting with the wall before he made contact. The shots had come from a man flat on his back outside who held a pistol up with shaky hands. Leeroy would react squeezing off two shots in return, the first would barely miss its target, the second would strike true. The mans arm would drop but he was certainly not dead, it is at this point that Leeroy sees the true extent to the grenades onslaught. The remenants of a body lay on the outside of the door, large pieces missing from it, luckily it was a quick death. The man that shot at him wasn't so fortunate, while he had managed to escape the fatality of the blast his legs had paid the price. While they weren't blown off, they certainly weren't functional anymore.
This was the results of war and those that were proficient in its ways. He would fight back the sickened feeling that he always got when seeing the results of a grenade. Blowing up zombies was one thing, rending live flesh was a completely different thing all together.
Stepping towards the dying man he keeps Sweetness trained on him, more importantly on his arms. At this point he wasn't afraid of being shot but for the man to attempt to get some payback by blowing himself up and Leeroy in the process. If the man even twitched the wrong way Leeroy was ready to blast him into oblivion. Making it all the way towards him with no incident he bends down next to the man Sweetness still pointed at the ready.
"Are there any more of you?" He was pretty certain he had just asked a pointless question, even if there were he doubted the man would be forth comming with the information. The man wouldn't say anything his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath he took, his lack of groaning told Leeroy he was either out cold or had an iron will. Sighing as he doesn't get any answer he brings Sweetness to bare on the mans face, averting his eyes as he pulls the trigger. Frowning as the gun kicks into him he then goes about the scavenging process, coming up with 2 STANAG mags, a Glock 17 and 2 clips for it. Placing everything in his bag he would rise up, he didn't know who these guys were but he was going to have to act fast. Jumping into his humvee he would pull away from the armoury to begin his search for the item that would help him.
Fiften minutes of searching, 5 minutes of attaching plus another 15 minutes to return finds him backing up the large trailer to the door of the armoury. The large M353 trailer capable of hauling 3.5 tons would be more than enough for him to get what he wants done. Stepping out of his humvee and taking his normal percautions he moves to the back, opening up the trailer to make access easier. The next two hours are spent with him moving everything and anything of value from the armoury into the back of the trailer. During that time he would encounter three zombies at different times, using up the remaining bullets in his clip. While he focuses mostly on rounds he does take quite a few guns and all the fun attachments.<br><br>Closing up the back of the trailer and securing/locking it he would jump into the front of his humvee, pulling away with his large stash of goodies. If there was a force making a move on the base then that means they might know about this New Haven place. While he shouldn't care about that fact he couldn't stomach the fact that Raquels daughter might get killed or worse. He hadn't saved them only to let them die at the hands of some professionals. Not on his watch.
Not while he drew breath.
He would just have to suck up and play nice it seems. There was also the matter of the large stash of food that was in the mess hall. To get at that he would need a small task force, the zombies were one thing but now there was a potential human element he had to worry about.
To say he was somewhat ticked off about how the situation turned out involving his meeting of the compound and the subsequent events would be one hell of an understatement. First he had to deal with arrogant civies that took reckless chances with children that think that their two bit security is strong enough to protect them. Then after dealing with that idiot of a woman a fog as thick as that dumb bitches head rolled in and made driving a real treat. He ended up having to pull over and wait for it to clear up but at least he got a decent amount of sleep. His humvee was damn near zombie proof so he never had to worry about them attacking while he was sleeping. The worst part of the whole scenario, the one thing that really got under his skin was the fact that he had lost a pistol in the whole ordeal. He had been so annoyed by that loud mouth cunt that he had taken off without grabbing it from Raquel. He had been real pissed about that for a good hour or two but as his anger subsided he started to think more clearly and came to the realization that it was probably better that she had kept it. At least that way he knew that Raquel had something to defend her daughter and herself with so that gave him a small piece of mind. He wasn't surprised that the preacher stayed, he knew that it would happen as long as they were friendly. What is a sheppard without his flock?
All of that was behind him. What lay before him was the hollow shell of the town called Milford. While he hadn't wanted to come here on his way from Dover he needed to check it out on the way back as his gas reserve was damn near empty. What was in the tank of his humvee wouldn't get him all the way back to Dover. Which meant he either had to find more gas or find a new ride, however that second part wasn't going to happen as there was no way in hell he was abandoning his current ride. The zombies would have to pull his cold dead corpse away from it. Not that he thought zombies would want to steal his ride, he knew they didn't.
Or did they?
Pulling into the first gas station he finds he rides over the air bell, the familiar DING-DING! that escapes it brings back an all to familiar feeling. Deja-vu anyone? He would have a large helping of it as images of the last gas station he stopped at flood his brain. With the crashing images comes his old buddy fear and all of its friends. Paranoia leads to his heart beating faster. His heart beating faster leads to his breaths coming faster and faster. His breaths coming faster and faster leads to Sweetness being pulled into his shaking embrace.
"Calm down Roy, there is no way in hell this is going to be like the last one. Not only is the distance between it and Dover different but it's a different company, different lay out. The whole thing is different. Just get out there, do your normal thang and like the great philospher Bob says 'Everything is gonna be alright'" His voice was a whisper as if fearful that the zombies might hear him reassuring himself. For several minutes he would sit in the humvee gripping Sweetness tightly as he waits for his breaths and heart to slow its roll. With control reconfirmed his door is opened, his body sliding out, feet hitting cold pavement before the door is closed. Hoisting Sweetness up as if displaying her beauty to the world he checks his six before turning to look at the door to the relatively small building that once was an ESSO gas bar. No zombies yet.
"Heeeerrrreeee Zombie Zombie Zombie....Zooommmbie come out to play-yay!" At first he would try a rather classic technique for drawing out ones prey, at least it is what every person uses when calling a creature or object. The second part was something of his own creation...kind of. He merely had taken a rather classic scene from the movie The Warriors. Would either one work? It wasn't looking that way, but that wasn not necessarily a bad thing. It could mean that there were no zombies around. More flashbacks of the last gas station, his thoughts on it being empty and the awful truth to it.
"Well...no sense standing around here. Death waits for no man."
Quickly stepping to the door he does as he always does when encroaching upon an entrance to be breached. First he takes up posistion on the side in which the door handle is, in this case it is the right. Next he peers through the glass into the store quickly before returning his gaze to the surroundings outside, checking around him for dead heads. With none found he takes another look inside, making sure no ghost zombies appeared while he was looking away. Seeing none he takes another look around himself on the outside, his vision remaining clear once again. So far so good. Stepping away from the wall while turning to face towards the door he nestles Sweetness against his form, her but against his shoulder/body with his right hand while reaching out with his left. Grasping the handle he pulls on it yet to no avail, it remains shut. Sighing he takes three steps backwards, checking his surroundings as he does. Once he has put a decent amount of distance between himself and the door he trains Sweetness' red eye on the lock, squeezing off a shot. The bullet makes short work of its target, punching through the lock as he wanted it to. Stepping forward to his previous posistion he makes sure to check around him again, he was rather anal about checking his surroundings. Something about getting eaten by zombies always made him check multiple times.
With his previous posistion returned to he would try his luck once again, reaching out with his left hand and pulling back on the handle. The door gives him a problem for a second but gives in as he adds a little bit of elbow grease to it. Holding the door open with his left hand he steps forward until his entire body is within the reach of the glass portal, letting go of it as his left hand grasps Sweetness once again. The door meets resistance as his body props it open, slowly closing as he inches his way in until it has finally shit again. Now inside he would have to go about checking the innards for potential threats, this one was a lot smaller than the last one so it won't take him long. Zombie free he moves on to the next stage, pilfering any potential food or beverage that he can find. His process had many steps to it but it was due to that abundant amount of steps that he has managed to survive till now.
He wasn't having much luck in the food and drink department. What little amounts of liquid remained on the shelf were of no use. Pop, juices, chocolate milk. Things that went bad without power to keep them cold, things that simply expired and crap that would only make him more thirsty in the end. His choice of food options was even smaller, resorting to what he had the last time; jerked meat, pepperettes and other high sodium enriched meats. Reluctanly he would grab it all, food was food, he would rather be eating terribly than not at all. Sighing as he stuffed the last of the salty meat into his bag before reshouldering it he decides to check one more time, just in case he missed something.
"Oh...sweet baby jebus yes!" His eyes would behold a wonderful sight, something that brought him joy beyond words. There nestled on a shelf hidden by expired bags of chips were the two most glorious things ever.
A box of Ding-dongs and a box of Ho-Hos.
His hands make short work of grabbing the boxes and stuffing them into his ILBE as happy as kid at christmas. Once everything is secured he returns Sweetness to his hands and proceeds to exit the gas bar, checking his area as he spins slowly in circles while advancing towards the Humvee. Making it without spotting anything he opens the driver side door, throwing his backpack on the passanger seat before climbing in and locking the door. Opening up the bag he removes the two boxes of tastyness and opens them both up, taking a package out from each.
"Oh I am going to fuckin eat you, yes I am. Yes I am." Opening the pack containing the ding-dong first he stuffs it into his mouth as some of it spills out over his face. Chewing several times as he works the cake around in his mouth, gulping as necessary. "O gawd yush" The cake treat is devoured within a minute, his hands already working the package of ho-hos open. Once his mouth is cleared the first chocolate roll disappears as it is quickly eaten, the second one following suit. With both snacks inhaled in under 4 minutes and his mouth free of food he goes about licking his fingers and wiping of his face. Enjoying the moment he just sits there.
"Ugh...I'm going to get faaaaaaat."
With his sugar craving sated he would take a deep breath before leaving the confines of his humvee again, Sweetness as always clasped firmly in his hands. With his food run over and done with he would move on to the reason he had come here, the thing that prevented him getting back to Dover. Retrieving the gas can from the back of the humvee he would move back towards the gas bar, can in his left hand, Sweetness in his right. Dropping the can next to the metal covers in the ground he would make his way to the side of the gas bar, looking for the tool that he was looking for. It was easy to find, there weren't many objects like it around so it stuck out. Grabbing the long piece of wood he would return to where his gas can rested. Placing the dipstick down he cracks open the first hole, sticking the long stick down, leaving it to settle for a couple of seconds before pulling it back up.
"Come on..daddy needs this." His payoff becomes evident as he spots the wet spot on the dip stick. "YES! From the look of it there was quite a bit of liquid down there, which was just gravy. First things first though. Grabbing the garden hose that was close to where he grabbed the dipstick he would de-attach it from the faucet, bringing it over to where he had been working. Dangling the hose into the hole he starts to suck and suck hard. It takes a fair bit of time but eventually he tastes the oh so disgusting flavour, spitting out the liquid from his mouth. "Ugh....regular..." Moving on to the next hole he starts the process over again, moving again and again before finally getting what he wanted. "Figures it would be the last one." With the diesel flowing he would start filling up the container. When it is full he tugs the hose up some, stopping the flow of fuel. Moving over to his Humvee and filling that bitch up.<br><br>Once filled he would return to the hose placing the just under half filled container down but wouldn't get back to filling just quite yet. Deciding to take some percautions he moves back to the gas bar and emerges with three empty 20 gallon plastic gas jugs. Placing them next to his metal one he starts the syphoning process over again. Coughing alot more after spitting out the first gush of diesel. With all four recipticles filled he would remove the hose and place the hose and dipstick back before moving into the gas bar and proceeding to rinse his mouth out with as much coke as it takes to get rid of the disgusting taste currently overpowering his mouth. Once that task was done he would return the gas to the inside of his humvee making it an even large bomb waiting to go off. With everything secured he takes off, next stop: Dover.
His return would bring about a mixture of sensations within him. A sense of excitement, dread and hope swelling within his chest as he passed through the gates, remembering the clusterfuck that had drove him away in the first place. This would hopefully be a lot different, he was going to be twice as cautious. He didn't want to get hit in the back of the head with a wrench again, he didn't want to pick up any stragglers this time. No, they just brought with them trouble and more responsibility than he wished to deal with. He would rive past the hangers where he saw the ghost zombies, he knew where he wanted to start first he just had to remember how to get there again. Twenty minutes of searching would yeild his desired result, his driving coming to an end just outside of the central offices. Turning off the humvee he would sit there looking out the windows of his vehicle, watching, waiting. There was no sign of movement, but there hadn't been any the last time he was here until it was to late. He didn't have much of a choice, he was in need and this was the fast way to fulfill those needs.<br><Br>Stepping from the humvee he would take his normal stance, Sweetness raised high yet still pressed against him. Taking measured steps he would approach the glass double doors, using his left hand to open one. Slipping inside he would be greated by several friendly signs offering directions to different areas. What he was looking for was on the next floor, which meant taking the stairs that lay off to the right. Wide enough for a group of soldiers to take them he would have plenty of space to react to whatever shitstorm awaited him. His movement towards the stairs was slow and steady as was his ascent up them. He was trying to reduce the noise that wafted away from his body and gear that rested upon it. While he wanted to take the steps in a double time fashion he did not want to wake up any sleeping deadies that might be lurking. He wasn't certain how they tracked people but he was certain noise was one way.
With the top of the stairs reached he would gaze upon more signs telling him which way to go, hanging a left and continuing down a long hall. Approaching the first of many doors along both sides of the hall he would use his left hand to push against it, it was a simple yet effective way of clearing rooms. If the door didn't push open then he could continue on as either there was nothing in there or he would at least hear its opening/ With the first door staying stead fast he would move across to the next one, applying the same technique, again and again. The further he got down the hall and the more apparent it became that luck was on his side he couldn't help but feel that sense of dread that still clung to his body working its way up to his heart. His luck as of late was not exactly that great so with the rather amazing find of the gas/diesel source and now this, he expected a hugh maelstrom was prepping to be unleashed. At the end of the hall he would turn right as more doors, more offices waited for him to be checked.
"Man if I don't find the god damn map up here I'mma be pissed."
His hand would keep meeting resistance as he checked the doors so he would keep on going, further and further into the building. His slow movement comes to a stop as he thinks he hears something up ahead, Sweetness being raised with both his hands as he creeps forward even slower than before. The noise appears several more times as he approaches the source, left hand reaching out for the handle at an snails pace. Twisting the knob and pushing inward his eyes would scan the small office, his eyes quickly finding the source. The winow had been left open, what he heard was nothing more than the wind causing the blinds to clink against the sill. Sighing in relief he closes the door and returns to his previous pace. Twelve doors later he finally reaches the one he had been looking for.
"Paul Delaney, Base Commander." He reads the words printed on the doors window out loud as his left hand is already busy with the steps necessary to open it. Much larger than the last office he was in, he stays at the door frame as he scopes the place out. Seeing no apparent threats he steps into the commanders office, shutting the door behind him. On the far wall his prize is on display and he can't stop himself from saying "Hell yeah..." Approaching the map of the base his hand lifts up to touch it as he searches for his targets. Finding all three he turns back to the desk, grasping a peice of paper with some logistic bullshit on one side. Flipping it over and grabbing one of the many pens out of the drawer he jots down direction to all three, smiling as he does. Placing the pen on the desk he decides to have a look through the rest of the drawers, maybe he would find keys or something else of value that he could use. While he does find two objects of interest they aren't as important as keys; a half bottle (26er) of burbon and a Baretta M9. The gun is found first, it's mag checked before it is holstered in the empty spot he has ever since he lost his five-seven to Raquel. The 26er goes through a two stage process. The first is it being open and a fair size swig being taken from it, while he didn't drink to get drunk it did help take the edge of from time to time. The second step is him pouring a little bit out on the ground before placing it in his rather empty ILBE. With the bottle secured, hid directions jotted down he would make like a titty and bounce. Opening the door he checks both sides before he slips out, Sweetness raised up as she always is when he is checking corners. From there on he would beging retracing his steps, the same process as before, approaching the doors and giving them a shove to make sure they were still secure.
She hadn’t left in the most responsible manner, but when your memory just slams back into your skull after months of not knowing who you were it was a little bit much to take. Why had she left? Well because now she knew she had people to find she had to at least make sure that they weren’t in danger. Strange thing to worry about now wasn’t it? Yea it was, but her logic processes were a bit wonky and she was just trying to merge the person she had once been with the person she had become when she hadn’t known. Yea yea she had given up everything and separated herself from anybody in her life that should have meant something to her to pursue her dreams. Some dream wasn’t it? It had left her an empty shell of a being and now there was so much regret to feel the voids where her memory had been. She had always worried that she had been some monster turns out in a way she was just that.. just a different sort of monster. She still was traveling with that brandy colored dog that was most commonly known as a red kur hound, she just called the dog hound and it was one of the few things in her life that were staying with her when everything else was just madness. At night the dog was on a leash because she had the tendency to get more aggressive at night and she didn’t’ like attention brought to her. She did most of her traveling on foot and so that could explain why she was gone so bloody long from the compound.
She was well on her way back now though when she crossed the same path she had in the past, the air field. Granted a lot of the defenses had holes in them, but it still didn’t’ hurt to have a little added protection. Annikka here had turned into the same thing as everybody else these days, a scavenger. She moved with a practiced step that was both quick and rather silent across the concrete. Thought here was the clicking of the dogs nails on the concrete as they passed over it all. Her expedition had been completely pointless save for a few needed supplies. Two month’s time for… nothing. Typical luck.
His luck was still holding out, hell it was starting to feel really good. He didn't have a single run in with a zombie, didn't have to waste what little resources he had left. At least currently as he was fairly certain his situation was going to be changing for the better. He had made his list, checked it twice even. All he had to do was get to his humvee and everything would be golden, call him pony boy. Reaching the top of the stairs he picks up his pace a little, upgrading to a normal walk. Rounding the corner of the landing that leads to the set of stairs connecting with the main door he stops dead in his track. Shambling forward less than 10 feet from the first step was a zombie.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" The front doors remained shut so it meant that this meathead was in the building the whole time. Was his luck degrading? It was hard to tell seeing as it was just one zombie and it would be shame if Sweetness didn't get a little action, it would be their first dance since being reuinited. Like a wedding anniversary this was a special moment. Squeezing her in the all the right places she cries out, her voice music to his ears.
One shot, two shot, three shot...drop.
The sound of gunfire could draw more, he knew this. His pace would quicken, breaching the entrance within 30 seconds bringing him back outside his humvee waiting where he had left it.
Good luck was awesome when you had it but she had her fill of bad luck thank you very much. Granted, it could have been a hell of a lot worse. She didn’t’ get what she wanted out of her trip but she was still alive and relatively healthy so maybe she was just being negative about her luck. It wasn’t whatever building you were in that was drawing her attention, but the fact that there was a Humvee that looked like it was in pretty damned good condition. She had only seen it in the field glasses before she crossed the open space between herself and where your ride was parked. You typically didn’t’ have to worry about whatever vehicle you were thinking about taking had an owner or not these days. She moved in that low running walk toward the vehicle but then froze when she heard the gun fire and that had her swinging her pistol towards the door where she saw the barrel flash of the third round. Then there was that rining buzzing silence .. only for a second or two before you came bursting from the doors. She didn’t say anything but she had experienced it was best to aim at whatever in the fuck moved in the night. You didn’t sound like the living dead and you certainly didn’t move like one, but those ragers moved a lot quicker than the more broken down versions. When you came through the dog also reacted with a growl. It was hard to really make out your features in this dark.
”The fuck man” She hissed it low so it wouldn’t’ travel too far, but fuck if gun shots were going to draw zombies near like her vulgarity was going to get them. She lifted the pistol to the air just so she wasn’t aiming it at you as you broke for the humvee .. she had an itchy trigger finger if she kept guns aimed too long.
Thump thumpthumpthumpthump, the sound of his boots hitting the concrete steps that lead away from the central offices would rise up only to be echoed by more as he made his dash towards the humvee. While he was moving faster than a zombie he was also being incredibly cautious, checking all sides, stopping at random intervols to check behind him, the whole works. If he was a rager he was acting like one fucked up rager that is for damn sure. His movements would come to a stop as the dog would growl, while he wasn't able to comprehend what he had just heard he definitely knew that he had heard something. Couple that his normal nature and you get an even faster search pattern for any potential threats. Was there more zombies out here? Or even worse, GHOST ZOMBIES? The world outside had darkened significantly, while it was still daytime gray clouds cast deep shadows across the world. When he does spot you and your little dog too he freezes, Sweetness holding her sight on you.
"WOAH!" He would exclaim though it would be impossible to tell if it was a cry of surprise or if he was trying to tell you to hold the fuck on before everyones day went to shit. Your dog, your pistol on one side, Sweetness and him on the other. Both parties as tense as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.<br><br>Dressed in full combat gear, holding an M4A1 Carbine and not charging you screaming in nonsense would probably give away the fact that he wasn't a rager. The fact that you were holding a pistol and not eating the dog was his clue to you being alive which should be a good thing but considering he last two encounters with women as of late he wasn't relieved at all. One of them knocked him out with a wrench before beating his face in, the other was just an arrogant cunt that he really had no use for. He hoped you wouldn't fall into either one of those catergories.
Hey, she was in a better mental state than she had been the last time she crossed this path. Save for it being significantly colder than the last time she was here; and for the record she was not a fan of cold. Either way she was pretty bundled up. Heavy boots likely two layers of leg coverings and a coat, even a lil beanie hat she didn’t look bulky, but covered. She stayed still when your rifle leveled on her and her armed hand was already lifted but she made a show of taking her finger out to just lie on the trigger guard rather than inside of it. No her pistol did not have a name, hell the dog was just hound dog even. She was already in a nonthreatening pose for a reason. She didn’t know how sane you were either but she just went with it and kept that pistol lifted upwards, the dog of course still growling but it far more reserved than it had initially been and no longer sounded like she would eat your face if you got closer. The situation was tense but she really didn’t’ know how to fix it.
”Easy now … no call for anybody to get hurt ” That made sense right? She could only hope he wasn’t so amped up on adrenaline that he wouldn’t see reason. It was hard to really make out much about her was special . She was obviously traveling alone save for the dog and had evidently learned pretty well how to survive on foot in this mess of a world. You obviously had a leg up on her since you had wheels evidently and that was just a whole other level of safety she wouldn’t mind. Not that it was fully safe, just a different level of it. Granted vehicles hand the tendency to draw trouble as well but at least you could leave said trouble in the dust if you needed to.
”I’m putting my hand down, and putting the gun away…. So don’t shoot me"
His Humvee had FRAG 5 armor, with a protected gunner area. For all intents and purposes it was an APC so it was hella safe. Designed to survive IED's, the FRAG 5 and 6 models could withstand zombie hordes. If not then he was seriously fucked. When you express for wish for no one to get hurt he eases up a little, his gun isn't lowered in the slightest but he definitely is not aiming down at you. Moving towards his Humvee as you say you are going to lower then put your gun away he starts to wonder what kind of trick you are trying to pull.
"Two questions; who are you and what do you want? If you're looking for shelter this is a place (insert distance from Dover to the compound) from here." It may seem weird that he just gave away the posistion of the compound but he kinda didn't care. While Raquel and her daughter were there it was a choice they had made. If you were part of some military force then you would have a pretty good chance of wrecking them as long as your group was retarded. He just wanted to go about what he was doing before you showed up. He had places to be, things to do and you were holding him up.
Well weren’t you snazzy and had a pretty posh ride, at least for this day and age it was seriously nice. Because safe was better than classy any day. Those vibrant green eyes of hers watched every move you made and one could get the feeling that she could be very quick to rearm herself if you got all froggy. Her brows furrowed when you asked her who she was or what she wanted, it was a seemingly funny question to her but she answered it all the same.
”Annikka Wolfe and I want what we all want these days, survive another day." Yea it was cheesy on a poetic level but she could give a rip less. She didn’t’ know that the compound location was a secret but it didn’t’ ever really come up anyway. She was looking past you just for movement after the ruckus of the gun fire but so far nothing. Still it wasn’t exactly a good idea to stick around. ”Yea, New Haven….. I’m making my way back there” What did that matter? Not a damned thing she wouldn’t have known otherwise though that you knew the compound was there, but at least that saved her trying to get you to come along. It was obvious you were in this game for yourself, or at least obvious it’s what your MO was tonight. It put a frown on her features, but it was still better than a scowl. The compound was far enough away she wasn’t going to make it there tonight so she needed to find some sort of safe ground for the night.
"Jenkins." That's all he gives for an introduction of himself, it's all he feels comfortable giving right now. "Ah...New Haven, that's what it's called. Huh..." He would chuckle to himself at the name. While it did have a poetic feel behind it, he also thought it didn't live up to it's name. At least not when you have people letting children and other civies go out un-fucking-armed, but that was just his view on it. He had actually seen war and battles before the world went all zombie like. He knew how anything could happen, how bad things tended to happen when you let your guard down and got fucking cocky. Needless to say he was not going back there any time soon, hell if at all.
"Do your self a favour, stay away from the mess hall and hangers." He would give her some advice as his left hand would slip into his pocket pulling out the keys to the humvee, unlocking it and stepping inside. He would quickly pull away from the area, he wanted to be somewhere else and you apparently weren't invited.
And just to close things up she likely wouldn't have gone if invited anyway, her path was going towards haven.. not away.. the advice came and went. "I've been here before sugar, but thanks for the pointer." She wasn't sure if it was well meaning or you were being a bit of a patronizing ass, but she often saw the worst in people so there ya go. and end scene.. at least she's back.
It would take twelve minutes for him to reach his first destination, ten minutes to contemplate what the hell had just happened. This base was supposed to be empty yet both times he had been here he has encountered a lone woman. Shit wasn't adding up properly. Raquel had mentioned something about this place having been run by some paramilitary group, one that this Peter lead, but that she hadn't seen him for a few months. So why were there stragglers? Were they just scavenging the area like he was? If so why hadn't more of the zombies been taken care of? It didn't make any sense to him, little these days does. Either way he would have to keep going with his plan, it was worth the risk.<br><br>Pulling up to the building with very few windows he would go about his standard methods of approach. The only difference that he would add would be his grabbing of 3 blocks of C4 and a detonator. A quick task that would take place before he even left the humvee. Once outside the front door would be breached in under 3 minutes, his surroundings still zombie free. Inside it would be another six or seven minutees for him to come across his promised land. A large metal door, all the bells and whistles of a vault but what lay behind it was something far more worthy than gold. Moving up to it his hands would reach out to grab the spoked turnstyle looking handled, cranking it both ways only to have it not even budge.
"Yeah, it couldn't be that easy could it?" He would sigh loudly but he was expecting it to be locked and that is why he had come prepared. Pulling the first block out of his ILBE he would begin pulling it apart and molding it into the grooves where he could see the locking mechanism. The next two blocks he would produce would be broken into half pound instances and placed on the sliding area. This was a standard issue vault, the door opened from left to right, sliding as you turn the turnstyle like handle. With the C4 molded he would set up the detonator in the clump over the lock before heading back out to his humvee. Entering it again he would trigger the C4, a soft boom escaping outside. He had taken shelter in his Humvee as he wasn't certain on the set up behind the door so he could very well be setting off a chain reaction. With the building still standing he felt pretty confident in his judging of the amount of explosives to use.
Returning inside, his cautious self rechecking the areas he had walked by, he would make his way back to the door. Entering the room, he notices that a small percentage of it was marred by black blast marks. The door he had been working on was definitely covered in it, both the lock and sliding areas having decent sized holes punched in them. Grasping the handle he would begin tugging the door open, the remaining metal peices giving way after a minute of struggling revealing the wonderful sight that was hidden by the door. Dovers Armory laid bare before him, fresh for the pickings. Even as he stepped inside he could tell that it had been used a fair amount. There wasn't the supply there should be. While it was still quite the impressive haul, more so than would fit in his Humvee even if he packed it to to the roof, the amount seemed off. Like someone had been in here recently. Was it the doing of the paramilitary force lead by this Peter fellow? He didn't know nor did he care, right now he was just concerned with restocking his ammo.
Like a kid in a candy store he would beseige the goodies found within. First on his agenda would be taking care of the woman who had always been by his side through out this entire ordeal. Spotting the first thing to grab his hand reaches out, grasping the Aimpoint CompM4 firmly before placing it on a shelf before him. He would then set to work removing his CompM2 from his top rail, replacing it with the CompM4. The M2 was notorious for being a battery killer but the M4, that was a sweet peice of hardware. Not only did it run on a single AA battery unlike the M2 which used a 3V lithium battery but he would get about 80,000 hours of use from just one AA as opposed to the 10..maybe 15,000 of the M2.
"Damn girl, you looking better already. See, ya dress up nice and you get taken out." The next thing that he would grab would be a rail mounting flashlight which they had quite a few of. Like the upgrade to optics he would work on attaching it to the left side rail. Last but certainly not least he would look for the creme de la creme, something he had been looking for for a while. Comming across one of three he can't help but let out a girlish squeal..err...a manly squeal, yeah....manly. Grabbing the M203 he puts the last piece of new hardware onto Sweetness, who was finally complete. There would be one last thing that he would grab for her but wouldn't attach it, an AN/PVS-4 Nightvision scope. He normally didn't need it but you never know these days, he liked to have and not need than need and not have.
With Sweetness decked out he would begin to fill up his ILBE with 30 round STANAG clips and 15 round Baretta M9 clips. When that was done he would grab a crate of 5.56x45mm NATO rounds and run like the freaking devil to his Humvee. Placing the crate and the contents in the back seats of the humvee he would return inside, what he wanted to find next was some 40mm rounds for his newly aquired M203. An extensive search of the vault and he only turns up 4, four god damn grenades when there should be 400. Those military folk certainly had screwed him. Loading the m203 he places the other three in Sapi pouches.
"Huh...didn't think it would be that easy." He would hear something fall in the interior of the building that he took up shop. "Really? I couldn't kee my mouth shut could I? I just had to ruin it."
With the new and improved Sweetness held in his hands he would begin inching his way out of the vault. Stepping into the room again he begins looking around for zombies, he wasn't able to get a good lead on where the sound came from so it would be a guessing game. The clap of gun fire and several shots that go flying by him cause him to drop to the ground. Was it the girl he had met earlier? Ann...something? More flying bullets would race by him and he would rule her out. When he met her she had a pistol, this sounded like...an M4A1 or an M16...one of the two. Thinking about it certainly wasn't going to get him anywhere, action would. His right hand would grasp an MK 141 grenade from his chest, his left hand snapping the pin out before he pops up quickly to throw it towards the area he was certain the gun fire was coming from. More gun fire would ring out, a zinger nipping the top of his shoulder in a graze. He grunts in pain as he drops down, the sound of his anger muffled by the loud bang that erupts from his tossed 'nade along with the brillant flash of light. Popping up he brings Sweetness to bare down on his assailant, squeezing three rounds off, all of them striking his blinded foe, dropping the man. Thugs today relied on full auto, they didn't appreciate the accuracy you got from single fire. This was a classic case.
With his enemy hitting the floor he would move from his knees to feet as he began closing the distance between them. Even as he moved he would be glancing around for any more. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the downed man move his arm. This motion brings Sweetness back to bear down on him, squeezing off two more shots, the man moved no more.
Closing what little gap remained between them he bends down to one knee, his left hand checking the downed man for anything of use. Scavenging 101; kill, secure, scavenge. Looking down at the gun that lay beside the sprawled out man he confirms his initial assumption, it was an M16 that he was using. He had contemplated taking the loaded mag out of the gun but he thought it would be pointless. The man had wasted about half of the clip trying to hit him with his poorly aimed bursts so it would just be another clip to be filled. The two STANAG clips he finds on the downed man makes up for it. With no empty Sapi pouches they are shoved into his ILBE, his head on a swivel the entire time. The only other thing the man had on him was of little to no use to him, at least he didn't think so. While the Glock 20 was a decent enough pistol, 10mm rounds were nice after all, the limited ammo that this man carried on him would make him leave it behind. He already had one pistol with incredibly difficult rounds to find, he didn't need to pick up another. Granted 10mm rounds were a little more common place than the FN 5.7x26mm rounds his five-seven used, it was still not as common place as the standard 9x19mm Parabellum.
"Bah...fuck it...maybe I can use it to trade." The pistol and three spare clips also find a home in his ILBE, after he double checks and makes sure the safety is on, he didn't feel like shooting himself in the back or anywhere else for that matter. With everything he finds of value to be pilfered from the man he returns to his standing posistion, taking a glance at his shoulder where the bullet skipped across his flesh. Shaking his head at his luck the last few days he begins to move towards the entrance and to the freedom of his humvee.
"Eagle 3 calling Eagle 7, come in Eagle 7." The sound was low but he heard it none the less, the radio on the mans hip would come alive. "Eagle 7 do you read me? Eagle 7 respond."[/font color] Once again the voice would come through the radio, causing him to pause and look down at it. He had originally pushed it aside as it seemed like it was one that you could find on or in any cop car, it was nothing to write home about. The range was real shitty and it required to much effort to use, not great for combat. Now he was rather glad he had forgot it.
"Eagle 7 I am en route to your posistion, ETA 2 minutes or...OOoooo nice Humvee."[/font color] Leeroys eyes would widen as things started to turn in his head. It was obviously his humvee that the mysterious voice was talking about which meant he was going to be coming through the front door soon. Dropping to a crouch he posistions himself beside a desk, resting the belly of Sweetness across the top. If he was lucky it would only be one guy, hopefully this would go down quickly so he could move on with his day. In his head he was thanking himself, normally he wondered why he secured the Humvee when he wasn't around even if he was just running in and out of buildings, now he knew why.
His waiting would soon pay off as the front door would slowly open, a body slipping into the building. A beam of light would quickly be brought to life from the man, the source pretty obvious to Leeroy. Most people made sure that they had a light source that didn't require any hands so that they could illuminate an area while holding their weapons. He was certain these guys were no different as not only had the first man weilded a M16 but they were using rather generic code names over the radio. They were either ex-military or people that wished they were before the world went to shit. Using a light was a really handy thing it made searching dark areas a lot easier, the downside of course was that anyone waiting in the darkness could easily use that light source against them like he was about to. Sweetness would buck as she let loose a round on the unsuspecting man. Leeroy was given a lot of time to line up his shot, the light source was a great aiming aid. The man would drop, the single round tearing through his throat. It may not have killed him instantly but the man was definitely out of the game. Watching him drop Leeroy considered on moving right away but decided against it as there might be more behind him. A wise choice on his part as automatic fire would roar to life through the glass door shattering it. The shots were shot wildly and didn't even come close to him, was this a long shot attempt or was it a distraction? Leeroy wouldn't wait to find out, his hands would drop Sweetness as his right grabbed a frag and his left armed it. Hurling the grenade was simple, especially now that the door had a gaping hole in it. As the grenade landed outside he could hear a "OH SHIT![/font color] followed by the loud bang of the greande. Shrapnel and glass shards would fly towards him with what was left of the door. He would use the desk as protection bracing himself as he had been taught to do. With silence settling it he would make his move towards the gaping door frame.
The man he had dropped was now more than dead, what was left of his body was a torn mess of charred flesh and clothes, he was definitely no longer a threat. Now at the cusp of the building he would check his corners looking right than left, using the angles like he knew he had to. Seeing nothing on the right he would shift from the left wall to the right with Sweetness held high. Two shots would scream by him impacting with the wall before he made contact. The shots had come from a man flat on his back outside who held a pistol up with shaky hands. Leeroy would react squeezing off two shots in return, the first would barely miss its target, the second would strike true. The mans arm would drop but he was certainly not dead, it is at this point that Leeroy sees the true extent to the grenades onslaught. The remenants of a body lay on the outside of the door, large pieces missing from it, luckily it was a quick death. The man that shot at him wasn't so fortunate, while he had managed to escape the fatality of the blast his legs had paid the price. While they weren't blown off, they certainly weren't functional anymore.
This was the results of war and those that were proficient in its ways. He would fight back the sickened feeling that he always got when seeing the results of a grenade. Blowing up zombies was one thing, rending live flesh was a completely different thing all together.
Stepping towards the dying man he keeps Sweetness trained on him, more importantly on his arms. At this point he wasn't afraid of being shot but for the man to attempt to get some payback by blowing himself up and Leeroy in the process. If the man even twitched the wrong way Leeroy was ready to blast him into oblivion. Making it all the way towards him with no incident he bends down next to the man Sweetness still pointed at the ready.
"Are there any more of you?" He was pretty certain he had just asked a pointless question, even if there were he doubted the man would be forth comming with the information. The man wouldn't say anything his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath he took, his lack of groaning told Leeroy he was either out cold or had an iron will. Sighing as he doesn't get any answer he brings Sweetness to bare on the mans face, averting his eyes as he pulls the trigger. Frowning as the gun kicks into him he then goes about the scavenging process, coming up with 2 STANAG mags, a Glock 17 and 2 clips for it. Placing everything in his bag he would rise up, he didn't know who these guys were but he was going to have to act fast. Jumping into his humvee he would pull away from the armoury to begin his search for the item that would help him.
Fiften minutes of searching, 5 minutes of attaching plus another 15 minutes to return finds him backing up the large trailer to the door of the armoury. The large M353 trailer capable of hauling 3.5 tons would be more than enough for him to get what he wants done. Stepping out of his humvee and taking his normal percautions he moves to the back, opening up the trailer to make access easier. The next two hours are spent with him moving everything and anything of value from the armoury into the back of the trailer. During that time he would encounter three zombies at different times, using up the remaining bullets in his clip. While he focuses mostly on rounds he does take quite a few guns and all the fun attachments.<br><br>Closing up the back of the trailer and securing/locking it he would jump into the front of his humvee, pulling away with his large stash of goodies. If there was a force making a move on the base then that means they might know about this New Haven place. While he shouldn't care about that fact he couldn't stomach the fact that Raquels daughter might get killed or worse. He hadn't saved them only to let them die at the hands of some professionals. Not on his watch.
Not while he drew breath.
He would just have to suck up and play nice it seems. There was also the matter of the large stash of food that was in the mess hall. To get at that he would need a small task force, the zombies were one thing but now there was a potential human element he had to worry about.
